Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I’m Too Busy Mastering Magic!

...... hmm?

Can you see... It looks normal though.

Seeing my dumb side of Hatena floating around his head, Mr. Abel wandered for a moment and then turned away from his face, "Well," he said, convinced himself.

What? Actually, Mr. Abel is a ghost. Nothing personal, right?

You took it earlier, and it's not just me looking like an imaginary friend or anything, is it?

"... that's unusual. Are you seeing and not saying anything"

I don't know how you perceived me for not saying anything, but Mr. Abel said so in a voice that didn't make me feel emotional.

I thought I'd stop being imafrey and stop being super, but take it seriously again.

Probably about his own peculiar eyes.

The loose wavy forehead tries to cover one eye slightly, and I'm already putting a monocle on the other eye. Both of those eyes are as deep and bright red as blood.

If you ask me, this color......

I miss you so much.

Because my hobby friend Cosplay used to do colored caracons like this.

It's a really good memory that a friend of mine as a student who had a crush on a vampire character such as Princess Xu came to school with a cross necklace in a spirit and laughed so hard to breathe. Others' black history tastes like honey.

Half the time I was thinking about such an asshole to escape reality, I said, "Um, I miss you. It looks like candy and it looks delicious," the words came out all the time that I felt like I hadn't gone through my brain again.

No, no, no... Are you a hungry little girl?

No, well, she's a toddler.

With his pompous head, he was gently unloaded.

"... let's take him to the exit"

I rushed to gather the remains of the flying gear before chasing Mr. Abel, who turned back his heel as he said so.

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Mr. Abel walks slowly. As I went down the stairs from the roof about it, I went out into a small room.

Even though it's daytime, the lights are shooting in through thin windows for brightness, to an extent that I'm sorry.

Except for books arranged on some bookshelves, there are only beds and desks, chairs, and minimal household items that make me feel very little alive.

But it was somehow perceived that this closed space was his only home.

Nevertheless.

I knew this guy, the more I saw him... it was that Abel.

Various surprises hit me together earlier and I couldn't react decently at all, but the crimson eyes that the public fears and abhors tell it more than anything.

Sulite's sister's dark peach eyes, which were abused because they resembled red, also look so cute pink compared to this freshness. Again, there's something a little scary.

And white as burnt vine trees, fine, lustrous hair. Light white ash with no saturation, which looks tonal to me but unlike my bluish heavy silver.

The back hair is short, but the forehead is slightly longer. Its loose wavy hides one eye like candy.

... Yeah, the more I look at it, the more candy it is.

I followed him on foot, but Mr. Abel was following me, apparently with his long legs.

This place looks like a rescued lass boss whose roots aren't the bad guys, after all.... what a thought, but further observe the person in front of you.

Mr. Abel hasn't spoken since the rooftop exchange. They don't even look at each other, and they're in a straight line toward the exit and the dot.

Going through Mr. Abel's private room, he went out into a large, gallant stone room.

Perhaps this is the room for its original use as a material tower. Was the earlier small, dark room originally the one dealing with valuables or the janitor's room?... or a holding cell to isolate something in an emergency.

However, there was no place in the larger room that seemed to be an exit.

"Uh...?

Mr. Abel gave me a disciplined answer to my question.

"In the left corner, there is a passage disguised as a wall by magic. Now you can get out of there without permission, so you should go."

Ha, yeah. If you do take a good look, that's all there is to the space.

And for some reason, Mr. Abel doesn't go there? Stop perfectly and don't step out of this private room area.

For thought of that, I asked him mostly.

"Are you not using this large, bright room?

…… Oh, I don't have any business to use. "

When I heard that, I thought intuitively.

... Isn't this more serious than I thought? and.

Normally, things increase if you live.

It can be a living tool, a stockpile for living, a hobby tool, a memento, or something you no longer need.

Unless you are also a minimalist, things increase slightly depending on the year.

However, the young man in front of him did not use the open neighborhood in any way as a matter of course, simply placing a minimum of living tools and books in a small room with little storage.

I wasn't forbidden to observe from the way I put it, I just didn't use the wide space right next to it "because I don't need it".

And describe the only entrance and exit as "I don't need permission now".

What do you call a situation like that?

I don't know the details. So I don't have the credentials to decide what the situation surrounds him is on my own or to pity him.

No, but I couldn't stop feeling unspeakably sad.

"Um, thank you for your help.... May I ask your name?

When I asked him to try it, Mr. Abel looked strange. But he replies politely.

"It's Abel. Abel Fidelitas Jarvis"

"Mr. Abel, right?"

... they don't ask who you are.

That's why I decided to name it after myself.

"I'm Alice. Alice Riveka Orculus."

"... Come on, you should go"

That's what I said and promptly tried to close the door to my private room, Mr. Abel.

I stuck one foot to the door and stopped.

"Become! You."

"Next, I'll bring you a souvenir to thank you.... See you later!

Without saying that and seeing a reaction, I ran thoughtfully into the magic wall at the left end and left the scene.